i’m not writing a poem about you but kissing you made me forget how much the world hurts. i mean it’s okay though right. sometimes girls get like this, like our insides turn fairy white. i’m not writing you a poem but i want to make you flower crowns and talk to you about why grass is so green and spill things on your carpet because i’m too busy laughing. i’m saying i’m keeping busy pretending. i’m not saying i almost always think about you but sometimes i find myself smiling. i’m not saying you’re magic but i get lighter around you. how cheesy is that. i’m not writing you a poem but i want to bury myself in the nights we’re both brave enough. i’m not writing about you but yesterday i saw the sky and she was hungry blue and i really miss being able to hold you.